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| fly me. |
| 02.26.08 (8:51 pm) [edit] |
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posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 02.27.08 (12:37 pm)
I just scrolled quickly through the last several months, noticing how you seem to move in and out of themes, mostly colors, but occasionally also certain techniques. It's almost like you sit and do several in one go... hmm. First thing that popped into my head for this one was, 'Oh, good. Looks like the tables have changed and Harry Potter's owl is finally in charge...' Love the red ink, really pops.
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 02.28.08 (7:19 am)
Reply to: Lindy
I have to say that, with a single aborted attempt, the lexicon of the potter simply doesn't reside within me.
That said, I'm glad something popped for you, because I do worry about such things.
As for themes.. at various points in my childhood I would be aware of a taste in my mouth, and the only way I could identify it was to say it tasted of turquoise. I would close my eyes and see a turquoise screen in front of me. When you find an old looking bottle of turquoise-smelling ink.. there is but one thing to do, no?
(I am yet to give in to the fairly persistent urge to taste turquoise again)
hope all is well,
ams
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 03.13.08 (6:16 am)
Reply to: thejongleur
'I'm glad something popped for you, because I do worry about such things.'
Goodness, ams.. there's so much art out there that doesn't do a thing for me, but the idea of yours... too many times I've sat and stared, feeling so much and unable to articulate anything.
I hear on the potter bit. I refused to read it for years; my mother kept shoving it down my throat. Eventually, I found myself in a muggy tent, in the woods, surrounded by people I didn't understand and unable to sleep. The annoying potter books gave me something to do. That aside, there is a menacing feel in this picture that made me think of him in a whole new context.
As for the turquoise... thanks for the chuckle. :)